ya Frozen starin' into space shakin' seizuring I told ya the southside niggas roll deep I showed ya the northside niggas don't sleep Ya beat I'm coming down shootin up
avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco inferners Concentration camp, nobody turn up I roll up a X that
yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man straight up, ugh [Verse 1: Scarface] I'm too deep to quit, and too strick
so much Knowledge you better eat ya collard, Greens im in between ya man squeez the damn breeze in my damn fees is so over i spit the damn heat that can light up
I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick City law, strip to your drawers Boy now I can pick up two pair from
Doc an' hot nick's like good will hunting Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin' Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin' When the heat
anymore? Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin' Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in But it's alright 'cause me and my niggaz roll
face I ain't no busta, nigga Came up out that Holly Grove dungeon, nigga Flame up the toast and let it get it sparkin' up in here You don't make out alive very often up
code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll On the low tryin' to blow trees And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo'
shop Tom D stay fresh to def I like to analyze jigga, man the evils is deep Late night I hit these hoes, while their peoples asleep I like to wake up
how you doin' so Jasmine say, "Fine" I was laughin' but there was more in store I saw her get up and start walkin' towards the front door I rolls too
live, live Good night, good night Knock 'em out the box Black I just woke up in pain, my ribs broke up Wifey on the side like Justin, she's kept the hope up
bundle Nasty girl don't pass me the world, I push to be not the backseat girl Don't deep throat the C-note she float Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat
them hammers Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta Crossed up in a drop I popped up the
'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens I got work someone told knumskullin rollin' Four man deep in a stolen jeep wit' heat Keep the space
ride through the city with his finger up now that im blinging i like to ride with my pinky up got that dessert on me case you think we aint deep enough
wanna feel the heat from muh I roll deep wi' muh I'm always on the street wi' muh I eat wi' muh, I sleep wi' muh And I can put you 6 foot deep wi' muh
loops Never had a desire for Chinese zoots Big up my midland up north troops Any playas in my face come up with a bruise Get your backs up backs up back